Frayed, shedding shield and plate
Raw skin gasps again
Spores rain in pallid ballet
Unleashing sophistry
Years of pointless feuds
Once so real, now illusory
Purpose in war pure is made
Idle coals now remain
Stalking earthly treasures
In forests of sleep
Moments dense with layers
Whip, sigh and creak
Luring into obscure burrows deep
Drifting mazes of coils endlessly
Athirst for traces of sun
Sprout into yield
Accept the clock as specter
In perpetuity
Luring into obscure burrows deep
Drifting mazes of coils endlessly
Frayed, shedding shield and plate
Raw skin gasps again
Purpose in war pure is made
Ad astra per aspera